(hopeful)

just the tiniest disappointment. but it won't go away. and this place that I'm in
I don't know why it is or what it means or how to look at it
since
this and that just aren't
easily
reconciled.
who is it
worth trusting?
not me
but maybe parts
this methodology
reactions
values
wanting and hoping and
there's always so much space beyond
and I shouldn't be afraid of it
should instead love it
smooth my ragged worrying into the ink in the pen
the graphite
untangling the questions
as it draws them one by one out of my head